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Dec. 10th, 2012 05:54 pmWednesday, Scott ran his Babylon 5 game. He'd been working for twelve hours, 3 a.m. to 3 p.m., so he was pretty exhausted. The session largely set up a big conflict we're going to have next session. It'll be party members fighting party members because one of the characters failed a critical will save and is now taking orders from an npc who's told him to kill a child. The rest of our characters will object strongly.
I didn't end up doing much more with the book fair. There were more than enough parents volunteering to cover the cash register for all the shifts. I spent a little time on Thursday putting last copy tags on books (the policy is not to sell the last copy but rather to have the purchaser buy a copy to be delivered later), and I shopped both Thursday and Friday. I bought most of what Cordelia asked for. She'll be getting most of the books at Christmas.
I spent most of Thursday's Hockey Night sitting with a couple of other mothers, talking about kids, the school and getting older. We did speculate about how many grad student families there still are in the fourth grade. It matters because those families tend to disappear as soon as the parent in grad school finishes his/her degree. We thought (correctly, I checked after I got home) that about five of the twenty-nine kids lived in graduate student family housing. Three of those kids are the girls Cordelia spends most of her time with.
Saturday's volleyball game was in the early afternoon. As usual, Cordelia's team won one game and lost two. There were a couple of impressive (by fourth grade standards) volleys where both teams played well. After the game, we went to the Flattop Grill. I had a buy one, get one free coupon that was set to expire, and we wanted to use it.
Sunday started out okay. I made fudge from a boxed kit that included all the ingredients except the butter. I then promptly dropped it. I decided the five second rule applied (I know it's been disproven. I just couldn't bear to throw the fudge out) and scooped it back into the pan. Then I made chocolate chip cookie bars. Those came out fine.
We were planning to decorate the tree in the afternoon, so Cordelia had a friend over. The two girls went down into the basement and discovered water on the floor. We had a leak from the kitchen sink. It hit a whole set of bookshelves. I don't know how well those books are going to dry out. I turned on the dehumidifier and started moving books while Scott tried to find the source of the leak.
The source turned out to be the hose to the kitchen faucet. Scott spent the rest of the day trying to find the right parts to fix the problem. Our sink is older, so the first few things Scott tried wouldn't fit. He ended up buying a new faucet because he couldn't get a new hose for the old one. The new faucet, however, didn't fit the holes in our sink basin. That's where Scott gave up for the day.
We kept Cordelia's friend for dinner so that we could do the tree afterward. Fortunately, her parents didn't mind. She did give me great concern when she suddenly announced that she couldn't have gluten. She immediately changed her mind and said that she could have gluten, that it was just pork and ham she couldn't have. I really should have called her parents to ask, but I didn't. I sort of assumed that, if she really had gluten issues, they'd have told me when we extended the dinner invitation. They're very conscientious parents, and gluten problems are nothing to mess around with.
The tree decorating went well. Cordelia's friend really enjoyed it. She's Muslim, so she'd never done it before and was completely puzzled by the Nativity set (it's a Fischer-Price set).
After Cordelia's friend had left, I tried to get into the Arbor Parents database to see what plumbers and handymen were recommended there. (Any member of the group-- and it's a couple thousand people-- can put in a recommendation or disrecommendation for contractors, doctors, dentists, lawyers and so on.) Unfortunately, I hadn't logged in to my Yahoo account for a couple of years so they wouldn't let me in. They said it would take twenty-four hours to reactivate my account.
I asked the list for plumber recommendations instead, and e-mailed my friend who's the moderator and asked her if she could copy and paste the database entries for me. My friend helped, and I got several people responding to my query. There was one plumber who lots of people recommended. Scott and I were pretty sure that he was the one we used when last we had plumbing issues.
I called the plumber about eight o'clock this morning. He said he couldn't do the job today but could come by briefly to look things over and give me an estimate. He came over and announced that it was better as a do it yourself job. He suggested two fixes Scott might try-- cutting off the protrusions that don't match where the holes are in our sink (the holes would still be covered over) or forgoing the pretty baseplate meant to cover over the holes. I wasn't sure if Scott would have time to do the work, so I sent him a text message (hoping he'd get it at his lunch break) and started calling handymen. I left messages for two handymen, but Scott got back to me first and decided that he could do the work himself. Unfortunately, he got back to me after I'd called to reschedule tomorrow's dental appointment, so that's put off until January, and I'll likely have to take Cordelia with me to the appointment six months from then. Oh, well.
Scott found cutting off the inconvenient bits too difficult, so we have the faucet installed without the baseplate. That means we have two holes that we need to plug or cover over or otherwise account for. The faucet works, so we have water in the kitchen again. It's going to take some getting used to because it's different from our old faucet. I'm looking forward to running the dishwasher.
Tomorrow, I may try baking some more, or I may make Chex mix. Scott loves Chex mix. I can't do both because tomorrow's my day in the school library. I'm not about to abandon whatever poor person they have in as a substitute.
I didn't end up doing much more with the book fair. There were more than enough parents volunteering to cover the cash register for all the shifts. I spent a little time on Thursday putting last copy tags on books (the policy is not to sell the last copy but rather to have the purchaser buy a copy to be delivered later), and I shopped both Thursday and Friday. I bought most of what Cordelia asked for. She'll be getting most of the books at Christmas.
I spent most of Thursday's Hockey Night sitting with a couple of other mothers, talking about kids, the school and getting older. We did speculate about how many grad student families there still are in the fourth grade. It matters because those families tend to disappear as soon as the parent in grad school finishes his/her degree. We thought (correctly, I checked after I got home) that about five of the twenty-nine kids lived in graduate student family housing. Three of those kids are the girls Cordelia spends most of her time with.
Saturday's volleyball game was in the early afternoon. As usual, Cordelia's team won one game and lost two. There were a couple of impressive (by fourth grade standards) volleys where both teams played well. After the game, we went to the Flattop Grill. I had a buy one, get one free coupon that was set to expire, and we wanted to use it.
Sunday started out okay. I made fudge from a boxed kit that included all the ingredients except the butter. I then promptly dropped it. I decided the five second rule applied (I know it's been disproven. I just couldn't bear to throw the fudge out) and scooped it back into the pan. Then I made chocolate chip cookie bars. Those came out fine.
We were planning to decorate the tree in the afternoon, so Cordelia had a friend over. The two girls went down into the basement and discovered water on the floor. We had a leak from the kitchen sink. It hit a whole set of bookshelves. I don't know how well those books are going to dry out. I turned on the dehumidifier and started moving books while Scott tried to find the source of the leak.
The source turned out to be the hose to the kitchen faucet. Scott spent the rest of the day trying to find the right parts to fix the problem. Our sink is older, so the first few things Scott tried wouldn't fit. He ended up buying a new faucet because he couldn't get a new hose for the old one. The new faucet, however, didn't fit the holes in our sink basin. That's where Scott gave up for the day.
We kept Cordelia's friend for dinner so that we could do the tree afterward. Fortunately, her parents didn't mind. She did give me great concern when she suddenly announced that she couldn't have gluten. She immediately changed her mind and said that she could have gluten, that it was just pork and ham she couldn't have. I really should have called her parents to ask, but I didn't. I sort of assumed that, if she really had gluten issues, they'd have told me when we extended the dinner invitation. They're very conscientious parents, and gluten problems are nothing to mess around with.
The tree decorating went well. Cordelia's friend really enjoyed it. She's Muslim, so she'd never done it before and was completely puzzled by the Nativity set (it's a Fischer-Price set).
After Cordelia's friend had left, I tried to get into the Arbor Parents database to see what plumbers and handymen were recommended there. (Any member of the group-- and it's a couple thousand people-- can put in a recommendation or disrecommendation for contractors, doctors, dentists, lawyers and so on.) Unfortunately, I hadn't logged in to my Yahoo account for a couple of years so they wouldn't let me in. They said it would take twenty-four hours to reactivate my account.
I asked the list for plumber recommendations instead, and e-mailed my friend who's the moderator and asked her if she could copy and paste the database entries for me. My friend helped, and I got several people responding to my query. There was one plumber who lots of people recommended. Scott and I were pretty sure that he was the one we used when last we had plumbing issues.
I called the plumber about eight o'clock this morning. He said he couldn't do the job today but could come by briefly to look things over and give me an estimate. He came over and announced that it was better as a do it yourself job. He suggested two fixes Scott might try-- cutting off the protrusions that don't match where the holes are in our sink (the holes would still be covered over) or forgoing the pretty baseplate meant to cover over the holes. I wasn't sure if Scott would have time to do the work, so I sent him a text message (hoping he'd get it at his lunch break) and started calling handymen. I left messages for two handymen, but Scott got back to me first and decided that he could do the work himself. Unfortunately, he got back to me after I'd called to reschedule tomorrow's dental appointment, so that's put off until January, and I'll likely have to take Cordelia with me to the appointment six months from then. Oh, well.
Scott found cutting off the inconvenient bits too difficult, so we have the faucet installed without the baseplate. That means we have two holes that we need to plug or cover over or otherwise account for. The faucet works, so we have water in the kitchen again. It's going to take some getting used to because it's different from our old faucet. I'm looking forward to running the dishwasher.
Tomorrow, I may try baking some more, or I may make Chex mix. Scott loves Chex mix. I can't do both because tomorrow's my day in the school library. I'm not about to abandon whatever poor person they have in as a substitute.
